At sunset, in a small gray rabbit new village, everything looks so warm and quiet

Once again, all the people up and down the Grey Rabbit tribe, under the orders of their Brother Yong, gathered in that clearing in the square area.

But this time, looking at the sparse crowd in front of him, Song Yong's thoughts were a little complicated.

After the coalition army set out a few days ago, a total of 460 people were taken from the Grey Rabbit tribe, almost exactly three musket phalanxes.

Without exception, they are all adult lords who are the pillars of the tribe.

Now after letting Song Yong take a look at it, except for a few points, the number of left-behind masters does not exceed eighty.

More people are old, weak, sick and disabled, as well as women comrades such as Gardenia and Thistle.

And if the war that happened in the Chibai tribe can be won by the coalition forces, there may be some old men who will return safely.

If it fails, these people in front of you won't be able to save it.

Therefore, after a little hesitation, Song Yong made a decision that was extremely cruel to him and these people:

In front of these old, weak, sick and disabled, squeeze out the last bit of mobile strength.

Then he led them to join the fierce battle to support, and in the end, these people who were taken away by him, even Song Yong was not confident that he could bring back many people.

After a brief silence, he shouted to the crowd in front of him:

"All those who are eleven years old and over fifty years of age are out of the ranks, and women with nursing children at home are out of the ranks with your children in their arms. ”

In Song Yong's shouting, the badger slave and other cubs glanced at each other's friends who usually played together, and walked out of the queue a little dazed.

Then, a small number of two dozen old men walked out of the queue tremblingly.

In the primitive era, as long as the person is over forty years old, he can be called an old man.

After all, with the exception of a handful of tribal leaders who live better and have more food and nutrients, and those who become more physically powerful after becoming totem warriors.

Others, after the age of forty, have been hungry and full because of long-term overwork.

has long been left with the root of a disease, and his body is weak and old.

However, in order to draw out more and enough manpower, Song Yong even needs to take the old man between the ages of forty and fifty with him this time.

And in the gray rabbit, no, there can be an old man in his twenties who did not starve to death or die of disease.

In the eyes of the other tribesmen, it was a great miracle.

This support operation, that is, those who are fifty years old, were spared.

In the next two or three minutes, after the people who met the above conditions came out, there were less than 300 people left standing in place.

After glancing at it, Song Yong scolded angrily:

"Thistle, pea, you children are only a few months old, this time it's not to go out to play, if you die in battle, what will happen to the little cubs in the family? Now obey my orders, and immediately go out with your little cubs in your arms. ”

Rarely, these female comrades did not comply with their Yong brother's words.

On the contrary, it was the thistle's mouth that distinguished: "Brother Yong! The little cubs who are a few months old usually can't starve to death as long as they are fed some broth and a small amount of goat's milk and deer milk." ”

"But if this war is lost, it is a question of whether they will survive or not, so why worry about what will happen next, so please allow us to fight together for the future of the tribe. ”

After hearing this, Song Yong nodded his head heavily after being silent for a long time.

Then, a new command was issued:

"Six-Fingers, you and your best craftsmen are on the list, you are the hope of the future revival of the tribe, so there is no excuse, you must all stay. ”

Under this command, Six Fingers opened his mouth and tried to say something.

But in the end, Six Fingers still held back all the words, and after a long sigh, he beckoned his group of best-skilled craftsmen and walked out of the queue......

In the end, among a large number of old, weak, sick and disabled, Song Yong forcibly squeezed out 267 reinforcements.

Even two musket phalanxes could not be assembled in this support army.

The youngest of them was only a half-grown cub who had just turned eleven years old, and was not as tall as a musket if he held it.

The eldest is close to turning fifty.

This high life expectancy in the primitive era is only half a month away.

His mouth full of teeth had already fallen out, and his back was slightly lifted, and even just standing there, Song Yong suspected that the old man would fall headlong.

But so what?

As long as you can pick up the musket, you can reload and fire, and you can kill the wildlings.

After determining the personnel leaving the station, Song Yong issued a final order:

"Hurry up and make your final preparations, we will leave early tomorrow morning, move as fast as you can, buy a little more time, and say goodbye to your family. ”

When he said the second half of the sentence, Song Yong's tone became a little sad.

At this moment, he remembered the legendary female general of the Yang Sect in the history of the modern plane, and it seemed that the situation of the Gray Rabbit Tribe at this time was not much worse.

When the warm sun in the spring has just revealed the first rays of light on the horizon.

The formation of the team was not neat at all, and when I saw the height of the queue in the past, it was even more uneven, and under the golden morning sun, it set off towards the Chibai tribe.

Behind them, there was a large group of old and weak people who looked even more shabby.

silently watched the last bit of strength of the Gray Rabbit tribe join that battle where life and death are unknown.

It is gratifying that although the personnel of this last force are not so supportive, the momentum when moving forward is still very sufficient.

First of all, in their shoulder position.

Everyone carries a reinforced version of the brown bass musket, which can be regarded as the strongest weapon in the primitive era plane.

A wide animal skin should be placed on the waist, and four bamboo tubes were carried separately, except for one of the bamboo tubes, which was filled with about a pound of cold boiled water.

The other three bamboo tubes are all paper-shelled ammunition that has been ordered.

At the beginning, in order to maintain enough combat effectiveness for the tribe's left-behind personnel, Song Yong brought more than 1,000 high-quality seamless steel pipes from front to back.

Let the tribal personnel have a musket in their hands.

After carrying such a powerful weapon, even the old man who was fifty years old and half a month old struggled to stand up straight with his chest full of ribs.

There is no point at all, it is the posture of going to participate in a life-and-death battle.

What's more, the giant tortoise, which is taking the lead, looks full of amazing momentum.

Although the pace under its feet is a little slower, after each step, it can advance a large step forward.

And under his huge size, the towering trees along the road were easily knocked to the ground like fragile matchsticks.

I believe that after letting the giant tortoise go for a while, it will only need to be repaired later.

Between the Grey Rabbit and the Red Cypress tribe, there is a road that may not be so smooth, but it must be wide enough.

And after last night's emergency processing by Six Fingers and others.

At this moment, the giant tortoise's shell has already changed its image.

After being fixed with numerous expansion screws, there are more than 30 posts made of thick logs.

According to the previous plan, the giant turtle was used to set up a bed crossbow on its back, and it was used as a mobile turret, which was a great killer against those mammoths and yaks.

But the plan couldn't catch up with the change, and the bed crossbows that had been prepared had already been taken away by the coalition forces.

But it doesn't matter, the latest modification still makes Song Yong very satisfied.

At each post, there was a musketeer, who was able to fire more safely under a wooden wall as high as his chest.

At the same time, for those mammoth and yak cavalry, they are not without other means of attack.

At each of the posts, there are several of the smallest clay pots.

The clay pot was filled with gasoline, and after being plugged with tattered linen and wheat straw, it was smeared with a layer of grease, and it was quite well sealed.

If this thing is lit and thrown out, it will be another big killer.